[On Hold] Lupine Witch: A Vampire Knight Fanfic

Two

Yuki stomps in and starts yelling at us for skipping class...again. Tuning her out, I lift my head and try to get up, only to blush when I realize Zero's arm was around me. His cheeks flooded with pink and he instantly lifted me up and set me down as he stood up himself. Yuki watches us with a strange sort of smile, grinning at me like she knows a secret. I shrug it off and slip on my cuff.

"Alright, alright let's just get to the switch..."

Later, after watching Yuki push back loads of fan-girls, Zero glared at any that got near us, I split up from Yuki and Zero to go on my patrol route. I'd meet up with Yuki after while she's on her route as she should never be alone even if she thinks she is.

I think Zero and I have a silent understanding that Yuki Cross cannot handle herself alone, at least not with the aristocrats.

Yuki, though not completely helpless, does not have the training or the right mindset to deal with a vampire noble, her strength and speed could never match any of them, and she'll hesitate to defend herself because of her pro-pacifist beliefs. Aidou, the blonde pain in our collective ass, is a prime example of someone who will take advantage of that.

    Something crunched under my foot, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. I picked up a balled up piece of notebook paper. Opening it up, I scoff reading the scribbling of yet another fan-girl confessing her obsessive love for Kuran, "As if he needs any more reason to be so arrogant."

    "Do you really think it's wise to talk so offensively in the open, where anyone could hear you?" I turn to face the devil himself, his normal cold, emotionless features shadowed by the dark night.

    "Probably not, but somehow I really don't care."

    He steps forward, coming further into the light. His face softens for a moment as he stares straight into my eyes, "Why do you hate me? I don't recall giving you any reason do act this way and I know you aren't one to be influenced by someone like Kiryu."

    "I don't hate you, Kuran, and don't pretend you know me because you don't." Turning to face the fountain and away from him, I take a deep breath. I hate how he acts like this, like he cares for me. Even when I was little he kept trying to talk to me, almost as if Yuki didn't give him enough attention as it was.

His very presence was enough to put me on edge. Instinct screamed for me to run, that he is the predator and I am the prey. Though, at the same time it demanded I turn and face him, look him in the eye and stand my ground. Through the paradox of primal urge, I still had the ability to know he wouldn't harm me. He was acting as a pacifist, a noble man who wouldn't harm a human on these school grounds, or what he thought was human.

    I can feel him move closer to the point that the front of his blazer is barely five inches away from touching my back, "You haven't given me a chance to know you, don't forget that." And as soon as he was there, he was gone leaving me bristling and eager to be through with the tedious work of patrolling.

    I followed my laid out route, through the dark gardens and around the main school. I stopped at the fountain to tie my hair up, the incredibly long length getting inconvenient to the running and climbing. I caught a glimpse of the blood red strands and sighed, wondering why I couldn't have normal colored hair like Yuki.

    After finding a girl hiding in a thorny bush and shooing her back to the dorms, I made my way to where Yuki should be, stopping at the sound of a girl whining about her knee and rushed over only to nearly be landed on by Yuki.

    She steadied herself on my arm and looked towards the girls, exclaiming, "I want your name and class right now," She obnoxiously pulls up her cuff, "I think you two know very well school rules forbid day class students being outside at night."